Page 30 of Dark Prince

“What? Where are you going?” I ask, grabbing the holy fucking shit bar above my head as he speeds away, the opposite direction of his house.

As he weaves through traffic, I suddenly realize that we're headed towards my house. Furrowing my brows I look at him and grunt, “you are the most confusing man I've ever fucking met in my life.”

“If you don't stop talking right now, I'm going to pull over and shove my dick so far down your throat and hold it there until your pretty lips turn blue.” he threatens, sending a shiver through my body, because holy hell. I think I might like that. He seems to have a thing for choking me out, and I'm not even going to bother lying to myself at this point because, same. The rush I get from straddling life while he fucks me is a whole different kind of high, one that he's making me crave more each time he does it. Damn him.

When he skids to a stop in front of my house, I jump out and run up the stairs with him on my heels shouting at me. I don't have my keys, but I stupidly put one outside incase I ever needed it. Scooping up the dead plant from my porch I fish the key out of the dirt and push it into the lock. Just as he grabs my wrist, I pull him into my house and kick the door shut. I'm quick this time, slamming him to the ground. I won't be bested in this house. I leap over his body and run for the knife I have tucked under the couch cushions and turn to face him.

“Fuck right off Axel.” I state angrily as I watch him stand up. “I'm sick of your shit, it's time we sit down and have a conversation like two actual adults.”

He wipes the blood from his lip that I didn't realize he had and smiles at me with dark eyes. “By all means little deer, let's have this out.” He pulls a knife out from behind him and we start to circle each other in my large living room.

“Why are you holding me against my wishes?” I ask.

“Because you're mine.” He replies too quickly.

“I'm not yours.”

“Tell that to your cunt, I bet it's wet and begging for me to be inside it.” He switches hands with his knife and lunges at me. But I'm quick to party and we're right back where we started. Staring at each other.

“Not the point. Why?”

“Because you're like me. You enjoy the kill, the hunt.” He answers, surprisingly. “Who is your father?” He asks.

“Nope, why were you in prison?”

“I took the fall for Kenan.” He answers. “Who's your father?” He asks again.

“Some guy in prison.” I respond, watching him as he moves, only this time, he just sidesteps and I do the same, keeping distance between us.

“That's not an answer.”

“Neither is saying you took the fall for Kenan, but here we are.” I use my knife free hand and spread it wide like a wing, “So when you answer something fully, I will. You know way more about me than I know about you.”

“Kenan was one strike away from going away for a long time, when he got busted with some drugs at a nightclub, I told the cops they were mine.”

“You served five years for drugs?” I ask, not sure if he's telling the truth.

“It was cocaine, a lot of cocaine.”

“Why'd you have that much cocaine?”

“It was being transported elsewhere and that was the meeting spot. Who's your father?”

I stop moving and stand up straight. He was in prison for drugs and my father is in there for kidnapping and killing fifteen little girls that they know about across seven different states. “Alexander Romano.” I say, dropping my hands to the side.

“Alexander Romano?” He repeats. “The fucking prick who killed a bunch of kids?”

“Little girls.” I nod.

“You know he was part of the Romano crime family in Chicago before my mom killed some and took over their territory.”

“I know. My father was the middle child. The younger brother, my uncle, I think is currently in prison for something minor.” I only know that because he actually tried to speak to me after my father was caught, then he went away too.

Axel pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Gabriel Romano.”

“Uncle Gabe. You know him?” I ask, not really sure what else to say, seems awkward and all since his family is the reason I don't have much of a family. But I wasn't the one who pushed for this whole conversation, he did.

“I did.” He steps closer, “Are you in contact with them?”

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